"She's not breathing."
The doctor had said.
Dipper nearly fell over, if he haden't been stopped by Stan, who looked almost as stressed as the doctors. The old man sat down, burying his face in his hands.
Dipper pushed past a doctor, staring at his sister's unmoving body. She had been rushed to the hospital after she began to cough up blood.
Dipper hadn't been worried.
Dipper knew that the hospital would take good care of his sister.
Dipper was wrong.
Mabel seemed asleep, her face, though pale, seemed peaceful and rested. her sides didn't rise and fall at all. She might as well have been a statue.
His vision blurry with sudden tears, Dipper collapsed onto the hospital bed that Mabel was resting on, wrapping his arms around his sister and screaming, "Don't do this to me, Mabel! Wake up!"
Mabel didn't move.
More tears leaked from Dipper's eyes. He began to scream. 'WAKE UP, MABEL! WAKE UP!" He slightly shook her.
Dipper could hear Stan edging closer, but one of the doctors carefully pushed the man away. "Let him greive."
The scarred boy pushed his way out of the room, and out of the hospital. He ran into the back, letting himself fall to the ground. He buried his face in his hands, not sure if he should punch himself or keep crying.
Hours seemed to go by, laying there.
Finally Dipper opened his eyes. The sun began to set.
The sun reminded Dipper of Mabel.
They were both bright and warm, making people feel safe and happy.
Yet the sun was slowly falling.
Just like Mabel.
And, like the sun, Dipper knew he would see Mabel again.
One day.
Because even something as beautiful as the sun sets.
And something as beautiful as the sun returns.